Old Barn Door
Farmer passes through old barn doors
On his way to start morning chores.
Herd of cows are munching their hay
And from the corner comes a neigh.
A birthing might cause a delay
And a lost calf brings much dismay.
From the straw a kitten starts to explore
As litters had done for years before.
The barn has gone from white to dark grey
Weathering years makes it tough to stay.
Through the cracks comes a bright sunny ray
To announce the start of a new day.
The laboring work and stress he ignores
Farmer is living the life he adores.
Sheri Erickson 7-28-13
Old Barn Door
Neat poem you wrote Sheri !
Loved the poem and the picture. You have so much talent.
You have a great talent…Cute peom.
Wow, what a nice poem. I knew you had talent, but this is a great poem! Did Aunt S. help with the poem? I know she didn’t!